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from our In Her Own Words series
My dream scene would involve you stripped naked, strapped to a picnic table, and covered in honey and birdseed while I drink wine and do a bit of online shopping. After an hour or two, I would hose you down with the garden hose before letting you inside the house. Once inside the house, I would have you serve Me a light lunch. If I were feeling kind, I might also let you eat, but your lunch would be cold beef stew served in a doggie dish on the floor. No utensils, no hands allowed. You’d slurp your slop and be grateful.
After lunch I would lead you into the dungeon proper and cuff your wrists to a trapeze bar hanging from the ceiling. Then, I’d secure a spreader bar between your ankles. Dozens of floggers and paddles would surround you, as I have them proudly displayed on the dungeon walls. You shiver with anticipation, and I drink in the sight of your chest and stomach decorated with scratches, some scabbing over already. What lovely reminders of all the birds that enjoyed your morning buffet. But, your back and buttocks are blemish-free. As I’m sure you understand, I feel a deep need to change that.
Shall I start with something easy, like a soft nylon flogger? Or shall I start with a cold caning, ass to ankles? Oh, I mustn't forget to insert an Icy-Hot coated sounding rod into your urethra. So many fun things to fill our afternoon … here, sip this golden juice before I blindfold you …
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